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Monday, February 26, 2007

My brain, large scissors and a fat kid rolling down a hill

I wish I had an off-button attached to my head. Not one of those standard buttons that stick out, mind you. I mean, I wouldn’t want to turn my brain off by accident. Just imagine, standing in line at the grocery store or the bank (okay, maybe not the bank. Nobody goes to the bank anymore) and you just scratch your head and all of a sudden it’s lights out. But if I could get a button on a time switch, or something, that would be perfect.

You see, my brain refuses to turn itself off after I’ve gone to bed. Even when it’s been more or less non-functional all day long, it suddenly springs to life once I’m horizontal.

It’s especially when the brain-ball of wrinkly gel starts to imagine repetitive movements that it becomes impossible to stop. Last night, for example, I started (for some reason) to think of a kid on a swing. It went back and forth, back and forth, refusing to stop. So I had to think up a pair of huge scissors to cut the swing down. But then the fat brat started rolling down the hill. Obviously I had to place I rather large rock in his path. There was a muffled splat and then the situation was under control. This time...

Lively - I think that my brain is naturally caffinated at night. It's like magic

Jillie - Maybe something a little more like a sledgehammer would do the trick for me... Hmm

Jocelyn - I know the pinpoint of light magic. Sometimes I do that, but then my eyeballs can't decide on which position they'd like to be in, and it feels funny and then that's even worse than thinking too much.

I had a looped dream last night where I was running away from a bunch of rednecks into the safety of a group of gay men. I kept ending up at the same original point, running through the dream over and over.